I want to live outside of the box. Give an extravagant gift to the Lord of the universe. Not because I could ever repay Him or earn His affections, but because I love Him and He is worthy.
But my agenda seems to be set for me when I get up in the mornings. My family is something I can’t just walk away from. My day is filled wearing the usual hats of a mother: housecleaner, cook, chauffeur, teacher, counselor, referee, nurse, and beyond. Most chores are done over and over. Even if I had more to give, there seems to be no time or energy left to offer more.
I watch others give of their time and talents. I read about missionaries giving their lives and I feel like my life pales in comparison. My fears and hesitations are that if I don’t something now, I won’t get the chance.
The story of the widow’s mite comes to mind (Mark 12:41-44). As people gave their offering in the temple, Jesus praised this woman who gave all that she had, not just her excess.
Service to my family is my now offering, not some grand scheme that may or may not be in God’s will. It’s not about what I have; it’s about what I give!
“…whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me…”
Matthew 25:40
Moms serve and give in the greatest mission field…the one God assigned us. We must "Do it as unto the Lord." My home is an empty nest, but I still serve in the motherhood mission field and the duties now include grand-mothering. Keep up the good work.